Sunday, March 29, 2009


I came across this saying... I'm always coming across shit like this. Stuff written by others that SO is "me", that I swear they were in my head. Anyway, I just thought I'd post it.

“If you're alone, I'll be your shadow.
If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder.
If you want a hug, I'll be your pillow.
If you need to be happy, I'll be your smile.
But anytime you need a friend,
I'll just be me”

Everybody love alive.

If you don't agree with the message of the song, you still will really dig the music and the groovy threads. Peace y'all.

Just press play...

Everybody come alive,

Everybody love alive,

Everybody hear my message.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

I agree with Stevie...

Press play. We need to love one another. ♥ Peace. ♥

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

GBE 81 - Fears

Heh... This caught me with my mask off so this is getting written without me going back and editing the crap out of it. Going back and making sure all my words "sound" right.

I have two fears; not fears such as fear of the dark, or heights, or flying, or going out, etc, etc. I don't even have a fear of making friends. My first fear is losing friends. People have a tendency to fade away. I think it is because of my nature. I am quiet. I don't say a lot, only when something needs to be said.

This is true of both of my off and online personalities (which are the fucking same). I have gotten better, but I fear that I don't hold people's interest after a while. So in time I hear less and less from them. See, my friends here (my close ones) are friends. Like my offline ones. No differentiation. I guess I shouldn't worry, but I do.

I have lyrics in my status from the group Suicidal Tendencies.

"I talk through my eyes, the words pourin' out. Nobody hears.
You ask me what's wrong, but what can I say? Nobody hears."

I heard the song and looked the lyrics up. It fits me.

Just because I'm quiet doesn't mean I have nothing to say. Just because I read a blog and don't get it because people are talking of histories I have no clue of but others do, doesn't mean I'm not blown away by the words. Do you know what it feels like when you feel like you're being ignored... dismissed?

My second fear: Growing old alone. And that is my own problem, so I won't say anything more on it.

I read where "it's important that we tell our stories". Little bits of mine are coming out.

Well, lunch break is over. Let me pull my mask down again and be happy. :D Put my fears to the side.

Now for your listening pleasure: Iron Maiden's Fear of the Dark. This is a rocking song. UP THE IRONS!

Monday, March 23, 2009

For a friend...

Ever heard a song, whether on the radio or one of those surprises that come along on your ipod, and the song makes you think of a person? Even if you haven't met in person. That happened to me yesterday. The song "She's a Rainbow" came on and I could see the connection in my mind. Even though I don't think she particularly cares for the Stones, their song reminds me of her; a special person, a friend. She loves colors - rainbows - prisms. The best video I could find was one dedicated to Marianne Faithfull, one of the most influential ladies in Mick Jagger's life.


A little history behind the song. * you know I have to do this. ;)* "She's a Rainbow" is a song by the English rock 'n roll band The Rolling Stones and was featured on their 1967 album "Their Satanic Majesties Request."

Written by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, it was recorded on May 18, 1967. It is most famous for its vibrant piano by Nicky Hopkins, Brian Jones' use of the mellotron, and its rich lyricism by Jagger.
John Paul Jones, later of Led Zeppelin fame, arranged the strings of this song during his session days. Despite rumors, none of The Beatles performed on this track. Backing vocals were by Richards, Jagger, Jones and Bill Wyman. The lyrics in the chorus were borrowed from the song "She Comes in Colors" by Love. [1] [1] From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


I thought it was perfect for you, so here you are, Mish.

She comes in colors ev'rywhere,
she combs her hair

She's like a rainbow,

coming, colors in the air

Oh, everywhere, she comes in colors

She comes in colors ev'rywhere,

she combs her hair

She's like a rainbow,

coming, colors in the air

Oh, everywhere, she comes in colors

Have you seen her dressed in blue ?

See the sky in front of you

And her face is like a sail,

speck of white so fair and pale

Have you seen a lady fairer ?

Have you seen her all in gold ?
Like a queen in days of old

She shoots her colors all around
a sunset going down
Have you seen a lady fairer ?

She comes in colors ev'rywhere,

she combs her hair

She's like a rainbow,

coming, colors in the air

Oh, everywhere,
she comes in colors

She's like a rainbow,

coming, colors in the air

Oh, everywhere,
she comes in colors

Too Busy for a Friend???

Here's another email that was forwarded to me. I received it at a time when much was going through my thoughts. A dear friend was leaving to spend his final days with his daughter and I also, was and still am questioning myself. Who am I? And yes... "my value."

This spoke to me. Maybe it will to you, also. Remember... You guys are special and important to me. ~ Kevin


One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual..

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in
Iraq and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late..

If you're 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?

Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You Are.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

GBE 80 - Music That Defines You

When I was young, music defined me, but now that I'm older my mood defines my music. Most of you who know me, know I love music and how much it means to me. It is my saving grace at times; it has been there for me when there has been no one to turn to.

My taste in music covers all genres across the spectrum. That means I like rock, hard rock, classic rock, metal, alternative metal (there is a difference. ex: Body Count), pop, blues, jazz, big band, country, etc, etc. Even rap. What mood I am in dictates what music I want to listen to. Lately, it has been KNAC. Go ahead and try it.

You might like it. ;p

Back when I was growing up in O-town, Florida, radio was, for the most part, AM. The "music business" did not see the need to slice and dice the tuneage like they do now. Today, a station will play ONLY Top 40, or R&B (oops, it is called Urban now), or pop, or classic rock. Gone are the days of the playlists that WLOF, aka Channel 95, had.

I miss it, that variety, which is why I'm so glad to have my ipod. Forty-five gigs of music that I have gotten over the years. All kinds, set to shuffle. Now all I need to do is convert the music off my collection of 100+ vinyl records (LP's, EP's, & 45's). So many songs on B-sides are going to disappear. I know they are. I know I can convert them, I just have to get a USB turntable and find the time.

I used to remember going to the local record stores in the seventies and picking these up at the counter. I found some online that go back to 1957. It is how I was introduced to different styles. Just look at the range of genres played. Oh, memories.

A question: Do you think you'd find a commercial radio station today that would play side-by-side Led Zeppelin, the Archies and BJ Thomas?

I can't picture it.








FYI: I am working on some erotic fiction. Can you believe that? Me? LOL.

I was going to try and incorporate it into this blog, but
I'm still working on it. Putting on finishing touches.

And I had already thought of this story from my youth.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

My first awarding of "E" Awards.


Last month I was given an "E Award" by James Bond. I had to ask Katy (Just Kate) what the standard practice was, and she said it was to pass the E on to 10 people. The following are deserving winners in my book. They are all people I look for when I grab a few minutes to read my blog subscriptions. I wish I could give a shout out to more. But here, in no particular order:

♥ twinks...wondering ♥ ~ Mish (Michele) writes great blogs about art, as well as other subjects. Two thumbs up!

CHiCKEE ~ Chris started writing just a little bit before me. I have watched her grow as a writer. You will like her.

Just Kate ~ What can I say about Katy? Who doesn't already know her? She pushed me *gently* to write. She is thought provoking. She is a beautiful soul.

BellaDonna ~ The professor who has also given me ideas on how to grow as a writer. Totally blows the old saying of "Those who can - do, and those who can't - teach" out of the water. ***BOOM!!***

deidre ~ Deidre... just read her blogs. A sweetie.

Teri ♥ Michelle ~ tc, as I call her, is funny and you will love her blogs.

Redwine12Roses ~ If you are in the mood for some dark poetry or tasteful erotica, you need go no further than Rose.

Heres a Gem Bec...... ahem... Rebecca is funny and down to earth. Join her on her adventure.

Famous Enuff ~ I always find an interesting take on things when I read Susan's blog. Hopefully you will also.

TAINA ~ The sun and smile of the blogoshere. Worth the time to read. (((HUGS))) And yes.... I'm breaking the rules...

niKi Rok$ (aka roKit QuEen) ~ Always a fun and enjoyable read as you follow Deb's story, told by her with honesty.

Đanny is HeℓℓBoy ~ Come read Danny for a humorous, and slightly twisted take on life.

Not Going Away

I don't know why I like this song so... maybe because the lyrics say what & how I feel so closely I could have written it.

And if you haven't gathered yet...

"Hey, I am NOT going away!!!"

"Not Going Away"

Don't tell me I'm wrong
Don't tell me that you knew all along
I won't roll over dead
Only I know what goes on in my head

I've got nothing to hide
I'm not guilty inside
I won't give up
After all I'm still crazy

I'm not going away, I'm not going
Try so hard to break me but all your diamonds turn to sand
I'm not going away, I'm not going
Say goodbye forever, I'll wait for you in no man's land

Get out of my way
There's nothing you can do to change what I say
I won't ever let go
I got the answer but you'll never know

I got my eyes open wide
Ain't gonna slip up or slide
Can't take me down
After all I'm still crazy

I'm not going away, I'm not going
Try so hard to break me but all your diamonds turn to sand
I'm not going away, I'm not going
Say goodbye forever, I'll wait for you in no man's land


I'm not going away
I'm not going away
I'm not going away
I'm not going away
I'm not going away
I'm not going away
I'm not going away
I'm not going away

I'm not going away, I'm not going
Try so hard to break me but all your diamonds turn to sand
I'm not going away, I'm not going
Say goodbye forever, I'll wait for you in no man's land
I'm not going away
I'm not going away
I'm not going away, I'm not going
Say goodbye forever, I'll wait for you in no man's land



It is an enemy to me. There is never enough, especially on here. For all of you who keep up with your blogs and blog subscriptions, as well as comments, I don't know how you do it. With my job, I'm only on for like an hour or two each night. Only on Fridays and Saturdays am I able to concentrate fully on them. I was thinking of this as I drove to work this morning and this song played.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking

And racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired

Its good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

Monday, March 9, 2009

The Colors of Childhood

Katy posted a tag blog that she saw from Marian called The Colors of Childhood and I was one of the people she tagged You can find Marian's blog here: Click, Clack and Katy's here: Click, Clock

Blue: The color of the ocean water when I'd go to the beach. Either the Atlantic or the Gulf. I loved the beach then and still love it to this day.

Green: The color of those oak leaves I got to see clearly again as I was walking out of the eye doctor's when I got my glasses. An awesome feeling.

The color of the sky as an afternoon thunderstorm was approaching. An everyday occurrence in Florida, accompanied with lots of lightning.

The color of my leisure suit. Hey, I was a child of the seventies, are you really surprised?

Yellow: The color of the sun in the sky: either at the beach or at those secret places where my friends and I played. In Florida, the sun is everywhere.

The color of one of my favorite albums. "Back in Black" (I consider my teens still my childhood. I was still growing to become the man I am.)

The color of my bike. The first one without training wheels. Man, did I skin my knees and elbows, but I was determined to ride "like the big boys."

Orange: The color of those "things" hanging on so many of the trees down here. They tasted so good, and we didn't need to go to a grocery to get them. :D

Something to make you smile

A guy walks into the local welfare office, marches straight up to the counter and says:
"Hi... Ya know, I just HATE drawing welfare.. I'd really rather have a job."

The social worker behind the counter says:
"Your timing is excellent!
We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a chauffeur and bodyguard for his beautiful nymphomaniac daughter.
You'll have to drive around in his Mercedes, but he'll supply all of your clothes.
Because of the long hours, meals will be provided.
You'll be expected to escort her on her overseas holiday trips.
You will have to satisfy her sexual urges.
You'll be provided a two-bedroom apartment above the garage.
The starting salary is $200,000 a year."

The guy, wide-eyed, says: "You're Bull-shittin' me!"

The Social Worker says: "Yeah, well... You started it!"

Monday, March 2, 2009

Just released - Soundtrack to the Life of Kev® - more to come

My friend, MGA posted this blog tag on her page and even though I usually pass on these things, this one looked fun and I couldn’t resist. As most all of my friends know, music is my life. This just seemed like something that needed to be done.

Here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For the first question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the "next" button TWICE
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you’re cool...just type it in!

The Questions are:

Opening Credits-
Waking Up-
First Day At School-
Falling In Love-
Losing Virginity-
Fight Song-
Breaking Up-
Mental Breakdown-
Getting Back Together-
Birth of Child-
Final Battle-
Death Scene-

Here is my soundtrack...

Opening Credits-

Message To Love - Jimi Hendrix

Waking Up-

If You Leave -Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, aka OMD

First Day At School-

Power Of Soul - Bootsy Collins [Featuring George Clinton & The P-Funk All-Stars]

Falling In Love-

The Game of Love - Michelle Branch

Losing Virginity-

Show Me - Pretenders

Fight Song-

World Of Fantasy - Triumph

Breaking Up-

Baby - Buckcherry


Leave You Far Behind - Lunatic Calm


Share The Land - Guess Who

Mental Breakdown-

Hit the Fan - Liar's Club


Breakfast In America - Supertramp


Leningrad - Billy Joel

Getting Back Together-

I Want You - Marvin Gaye


Don't Go Away Mad (Just Go Away) - Mötley Crüe

Birth of Child-

Big Little Baby -

Reverend Horton Heat

Final Battle-

Ball And Biscuit - The White Stripes

Death Scene-

They'll Never Take Her Love From Me - Hank Williams

Fun tag! I don't think I'll tag anyone, but if you feel like you'd like to do one, send me a message and I'd love to come over and check out your "soundtrack"